Regulus hated parties, he truly did. There was always too many people packed into a small, confined space, stumbling over themselves in a drunken stupor and making messes. Too many voices, overlapping and consistently increasing in volume before it became nearly unbearable.
It was moments such as the present, that Regulus also felt restless. The party atmosphere, combined with the lack of energy he suffered from such a long day, made him want to crawl out of his own skin and take shelter from the world and all responsibility.
James Potter was as welcome an excuse as any to avoid the feelings of bleakness that seeped into Regulus’ bones, burrowing their way deep into his core. James’ hands on his hips, pushing underneath his shirt as they swayed to the music blasting from the speakers in Sirius and Remus’ living room.
“You look stunning tonight, angel,” James muttered into the shell of Regulus’ ear, lips grazing his earlobe and nipping slightly at the sweet spot behind his neck.
Later, as they stumbled into James’ flat, James would gift Regulus with a plethora of dark red and purple spots dotted along that same sweet spot and down his neck to his collarbones. However, as they were still in a public space surrounded by friends, the graze of James’ lips would have to suffice.
That didn’t mean that Regulus wasn’t allowed to pull James down the corridor into the hallway and snog him within an inch of his life.
”Just fucking kiss me, Potter. I don’t want to think right now,” Regulus gritted out, pulling the taller man down, arms wrapping around his neck and pressing their hips together as his lips crashed onto James’.
His remark held an air of harshness, but no genuine malice. Instead, desperation trickled down his chest and settled its way into Regulus’ core, warmth radiating throughout him.
The soft slide of James’ exposed torso skin against Regulus’ hip bone elicited a muffled whimper from the smaller man, his hips canting forward.
This wasn’t something they always did, the two men by no means an official item, but they would occasionally indulge in one another at the odd party or get together. Their meetings tended to line up with a bad day at work, stressful family drama, or the occasional need to just be close to someone.
It was no secret to anyone else that they both clearly wanted more, they had just yet to come to the realization yet, settling on their spontaneous hookups.
James pulled back, pressing his forehead against Regulus’ with an intimate sigh, lips brushing against the skin between his dark eyebrows. The gentle kiss drew out a small breath from Regulus, his arms shifting downward and tightening around James’ waist, head resting over his heart, which was beating quite fast.
Yeah, they would figure this out. Sooner than later, if the thoughts racing through both of their heads had any say in the matter.